January 2010
5 posts
nothing gold can stay
life takes the best times away all too quickly. i constantly remind myself of old times spent well and consciously try to force those memories straight to the back of my mind. sleepless nights spent at a close friend’s house talking trash just to kick back comfortably into rest. let the rain come over and wash the specks of gold away. let the rain come over but as i watch the specks of...
beyond recognition
Clock your guns watch your back but take care not to look over your shoulder this time you’ve brought forth another fucking war
one too many times you’ve taken my foot out to step on it my face holds the scars where scabs were torn and wounds inflicted fuck your “scene”, its a masquerade in which masks are traded for moves one more threat of yours, one apology from ours,...
gigs are now an outlet for new trends, new piercings, new this, new that. people don’t understand and appreciate the music like how they should. To be honest, most people at gigs are just there to be another face in the scene, another mask in this fucking masquerade. I do not dislike musicians or people who love the music, but kids who don’t know fuckin’ shit should just suck on...
maybe love will find us again
because
there is always tomorrow
holding back. holding back and not saying what you want to when you know it could change things for the better. when it could make everything right. holding back is the stupidest thing one could ever do. when you hold back, you lose it all, you lose it fucking all.